Exhibits E-F: Two contests to determine who could take the most hits from a marijuana-filled hookah in sixty seconds. It became the loser's task to equal the winner's toke total. I won the first series and lost the second. Exhibits G: Seraina and my lady love shuffling a deck of cards and suggesting we relax by playing a round of strip poker. Then the record fades to amateur gray, too fuzzy to read or remember. I wonder, did I have a good time? Hangovers are major impediments to thoughtful contemplation. A hangover is also a significant impediment to meditation. Instead of contemplating my navel, I stared at the ceramic tiles between my bare feet and tried not to throw up and tried to make sense out of the fast forty-eight hours. I held my head between my hands and stared at the bathroom flooring between my toes. I was startled to notice the colony's toilet paper carried designs which matched the natural floral patterns baked into the ceramic squares. In the sport of survivalism, you win if you don't die. While I was miles away from mastering details of play, I had a hunch there were no sections devoted to designer TP in any prepper's manual. My asian head hurt thinking about it. The joy I felt at no longer being Sheila's "guest-prisoner" quickly indian faded as the ongoing war in my gut went nuclear. I sort of recall a post-midnight kitchen raid as my girlfriend, Seraina, StarShine, and I foraged for snacks and goodies. Anything to feed a wicked case of the munchies. Kitchen-Karma got its revenge as my stomach bubbled, gurgled, and churned like a science project gone bad. I clamped my jaws shut and fought the urge to hurl. "Oh my fucking word, this sucks," I moaned. I couldn't think of a worse way to start a day. Foolish me. Diarrhea, the third Rider of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, hangover style, took its turn next to Nausea in a neck-and-neck run for the finish line first. As I knelt before the porcelain throne, two fears overcame me. First, I thought I might die. Then, I was fearful I might live. For the next fifteen minutes, I bent double, maybe triple, as I wrung myself out and drained the swamp from both ends. They’re probably not home.” We had amazing sex, Chase, and we both loved it. For the first time in my life, I had to rely upon faith. How many fucks did it take to get her out of your system?” Any questions?” I ask looking up. I just thought you would prefer to appear indian normal and keep that sort of thing during Relief service." They both got in the back seat. My name’s Ryan and the amateur kid is my little sister Tanya. There was one with stars, another with a four-leaf shamrock, and one with kissing lips. “If you strip naked, I'll let you suck on what I have beneath my skirt.” I nodded, “I do, and I think we should make each other a deal.” That’s why I said I think I might be instead of I am, and really… that’s why I wanted to talk, if that’s okay…?” As he spooned hot sauce on his plate he looked at Monique. He let her stop screaming before pressing the buzzing Hitachi on her clit. “Hmmm…” Her mustang asian is dope, there’s no doubt about it. With nothing to do but listen to my pounding heart and wait for the dice role of fate that will deliver me Acheron and freedom or Riyena and slavery, I stare at the ceiling above me, and curse the day I agreed to take this mission. Dad, I love mom and you so much but I envy what you have. “Suck his tongue, honey.” With the Highland Rift entrenched, they’ll have no chance of invading without Yavara.”